Bad Intentions

sixteen.

"Lauren! Lauren! Lauren!" The fans chanted, banging against the window of my car. I waved at them with my finger and smiled, laughing at how adorable their reaction was. Every time I saw them, their energy was always amazing and they always seemed to make me smile whenever I was feeling down. Like today.

"Next weeks a big day," Cookie says to me as scrolling through her phone and raising her brows out of excitement. I turned and looked her and smiled without responding. "Are you nervous?"

I shrugged, not really having that on my mind. I was too focused on my phone. "A little bit," I paused to look at my phone and noticed Normani hasn't responded to any of my messages.

"You shouldn't be." She said happily with a smile on her face.

But everything was going out one ear and out the other. "I, um, I–" I stammered, not really knowing what she said since I was thinking about why my girlfriend hadn't replied yet.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, looking over at me.

"Nothing, it's just Normani hasn't texted me all day," I sighed heavily, locking my phone. I looked  at Cookie and smiled. "But I'm not going to worry about it." That was a complete lie. Of course I'm going to worry about it. I have no clue if she's hurt or in danger. I don't want what happened to Camila to happen to her.

She reciprocated the smile and turned to face me. "So, you will be performing on the Late Late Show with Justin in a few and then after that, team meeting, then you can go home."

"The Feeling right?" I questioned.

She nodded her head. "Yes, and it'll be the first time ever performed on TV." She informed me, making me feel ten times more nervous. "Don't be nervous, you got this." She said, noticing how I bit down on my lower lip and glanced out the window.

I checked my phone again to see if Normani had replied and I hadn't gotten a message yet. It was weird that she didn't text me at all today. We usually are always talking to each other, no matter what we're doing. But for her not to reply to any of my messages made me feeling like somethings off.

"Waiting for an important message?" My makeup artist asked me, noticing how I sighed.

"Just one simple message." I replied, unlocking my phone and still seeing no message from her. "It could just be a period. At least I know she's okay." I frowned once I got out the chair, turning and looking at him.

"Well, you never know. Her phones probably dead. Don't stress about it. She'll be fine." He told me, waving his hand dismissively. 

I frowned at his words knowing that this would probably stress me out the whole performance. I couldn't let it bother or get to me because I won't be able to focus on stage. Maybe she'll reply while I'm performing.

Justin had been standing on the side stage waiting for his name to be called as I stood on the opposite end. He waved at me and I reciprocated, quickly looking away and at the host. Once he called out our names, we walked towards the microphones that had already been on the stage.

I found it strange that I wrote this song about Mani and it turns out that I am in love with her. I just had to process it at first. Everything she's done for me and helping me be the person I am today, makes my heart happy. Just the thought of her not replying to any of my messages scares me. My biggest fear is lossing her.

To not look so boring, during the bridge me and Justin walked over towards each other, and sang to each other. He placed his hand on my cheek, and the look in his eyes said everything. He wasn't over me, and he was in love.